The final installment of the series...

SINGULAR PLEASURES 6

The 1997 Caravan and Camping Exposition

It is curious just how persistently an outdated ethos can linger. In the latter part of the 19th century, the Romantic conception of Nature as a state of mythical innocence, where we might draw spiritual nourishment from the evidence of God's handiwork, was supplanted by an imperialistic ethos. The untamed wilderness was something to be conquered and exploited, and it is this increasingly archaic vision that informs the 1997 Caravan and Camping Exposition. Barbarously contracted to "Campex 97", it carries echoes of the Great Exhibitions of the Victorian era, further entrenching its implicit industrial expansionist sensibility.

How are we to view a construction like the Mallard "Rolling Thunder" 6-berth air-conditioned Mobile Townhouse with internal bathroomette, satellite dish and self-erecting annexe? What subtext does it reveal? The answers must be derived from a matrix of inherent references, which yield readily to deconstructive scrutiny. Morphologically, it exhibits a certain purity of line and contour, but this functional aesthetic intimates penetration, on exactly the same terms as a space vehicle or a missile. Phallicism aside, the sleek, elongated aluminium shell is a mobile encapsulation of private space, which can be positioned according to its owner's will. This is the essence of the imperialist paradigm - an imposition of manufactured spatial conditions on the pre-existing. This caravan also implies a sense of containment. The occupants are insulated from the very natural conditions they have ostensibly journeyed to experience, as though the natural world is something to be excluded from human space wherever possible. Although the humans are protected from the depredations of insects and moisture, the environment remains at their mercy, as the manufactured barriers leave them free to come and go, and to treat the world they find as they will.

The Mallard "Rolling Thunder" finds perfect allies in the various genera of 4-wheel drive vehicles on display. In them , the image of the implacable conqueror of the wilderness is complete. They are the Panzer division of the soi-disant "explorer", apparently capable of defeating the most hostile terrain. Like the caravan, they come equipped with every conceivable mechanism for minimising any actual physical interaction with the conquered territory: sensurround sound systems, posturepedic seating and air conditioning are essentially extensions of the bourgeois home environment. The received message of these vehicles, and indeed most of the equipment on display, is that the conquest of unreconstructed space is to be effected with minimal discomfort. You can be "at home" in the wilderness because the conditions under which you meet it are effectively extensions of your home.

The dialectic of power is evident everywhere at "Campex 97", in both the dominating, imperial sense, and the corollary concept of arbitrary power. Somewhat ironically, many of the 4-wheel drive personal juggernauts are described as "off-road vehicles", even though a large proportion of them will never stray from urban bitumen. They can go anywhere - if you wish to do so. To drive such a vehicle is to have the capacity for conquest, if sufficiently challenged by the passive insolence of the undeveloped world.


Amongst all the paraphernalia for effortless subjugation of the natural world, the solar-powered espresso machines and the collapsible spa baths, one item caught my eye. It evoked an era less redolent of anodyne, mechanised suburbanism. It was a simple fire-blackened camp stove. Amongst the strident chrome and burnished "space alloy", it whispered gently of weary stockmen gathered around the evening fire amidst the majesty of the bush. It gave a dim resonance of explorers perishing miserably from hunger and thirst... a fate I almost wished on those who came to "Campex 97" to rearm themselves for new offensives.

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